Thursday night About Town attended the exclusive opening party for the Village Pourhouse on First Street. We've got a recap for you, but excuse us if it seems disheveled, as we're still drunk from the open bar.

Leading up to the grand opening, you might have noticed the Pourhouse's outer overhead sign. It says the name and lists the phone number, 212-979-2337, which spells Beer. It's nifty that they got that number, but seriously, who calls a bar? It's like calling McDonald's or a gas station. Just show up and figure it out when you get there.

Outside during opening night, the Pourhouse sprinkled some glitz, pasting down a red carpet and posting a photo backdrop, and they also hired Eric DeLauro, Hoboken's award-winning Frank Sinatra impersonator to serenade the crowd.

Apparently, according to the promo poster, there were some celebrities in attendance, mostly from the Real Housewives of New Jersey and a singer named Antonella Barba from American Idol. We saw Barba, but didn't run into any of the Housewives. Maybe there was some grand "look at me I'm x,y, or z" moment outside, but they didn't seem to spend much time mingling inside.

We approached a glamorous woman named Claire Pavlinec after we read a sash draped across her torso that said, Miss New Jersey. She complimented the Pourhouse, saying that, "This is a fantastic event and we're having a great time here." We were then all set to hit on her when she pointed out that, "I'm Mrs. New Jersey." So that ship sunk, but good work, Mr. Mrs. New Jersey, good work.

David Liebler, proprietor of eatdrinkhoboken.com stopped by. Liebler is the go-to-guy for the restaurant and bar scene in Hoboken, and while we don't want to assume it's an endorsement, perhaps we can take his appearance at least as a vote of confidence for the Pourhouse.

The men's bathroom is a little tight - one stall, four urinals, but very little distance between one of those urinals and the sink. Let's just say you're close enough to feel some backsplash. The women's bathroom has a very small mirror. Not that we were in there or anything.

We talked to a friendly bouncer named Doc. He explained how his security company maintains serenity by rotating the team members. They were all dressed in black suits, which is why we like to point them out and say something hip like, "look at that big Johnny Cash over there."

We saw only one scuffle. One guy, who may have been a Johnny Cash, we couldn't tell for sure, pushed a jackass out of the front door and onto the hood of a parked car. The jackass crossed the street, used his phone and then disappeared.

There were at least two professional football players there. One introduced himself and bought us a beer after the open booze portion closed, but we'll withhold his name because we know most NFL teams have player conduct codes about going out during the season. We could tell the second one plays in the league when he said upfront that he couldn't talk to us. But he said so politely and didn't break us in half, so that's okay.

There was a live DJ who started the night playing rock music such as U2, Green Day and John Mellencamp. He put in some Bruce and Bon Jovi too, of course. Later he switched to dance music, although he pulled the "I'm just going to play 30 seconds of 300 different songs" trick that seems to be happening in a lot of bars lately.

Our three favorite "what the heck is that guy doing here" guys were: 3. a guy who looked like Jason Lee's character from My Name is Earl; 2. a guy who had to have been aged in his 70's. That's not an exaggeration, either. There were actually quite a few old-man-in-the-club types. Our favorite though, was the guy who had an white guy 'fro like the bass player for Jimi Hendrix. But that wasn't all, he rolled up the sleeves of his leather jacket and tucked the legs of his skinny jeans into his boots. Yet somehow he was dancing with hot girls all night.

There were plenty of attractive women on hand, and we saw plenty guys in sport coats do the awkward, "over-anxious approach via dance step and then stagger away defeated after the woman ignores him" routine. That's always a classic, especially in this town when you know the guy can't wait to tell the girl he works on Wall Street.

We got to take a shot with Michael Sinensky, who owns this Pourhouse and the other three locations in Manhattan. "We're covered in Manhattan," he said. "But now Hoboken is 'it.' It's about to blow up."

If you're reading this, smoking hot female brunette bartender with the black tank-top, tiny denim shorts and elaborate lower back tattoo who served us Coors Light bottles from the back bar all night, please contact the writer of this article immediately.

What's the final analysis? There are like 9,000 bars in Hoboken, and upon entering any of them, you have to ask, what's the point of this place, and what does it offer the city that no other bar brings?

The Pourhouse does look like it will be a great place to watch sports and hang out during weeknights, with its multiple television sets and rectangular bar counter that serves as the centerpiece of the front area. The drink prices are fair.

There is a back area with a half-bar, small elevated stage and some dancefloor space. While the Pourhouse isn't as swanky as Room 84, or has the capacity of the cavernous Lana Lounge, it does function well enough as a weekend nightclub. So maybe Pourhouse fills a niche: weekday sports bar (and restaurant) that can transition smoothly into a dance club.

We can definitely recommend that you visit the Pourhouse at your earliest opportunity.

(And we're also pleased to report we've written ourselves back into sobriety.)

About Town is a quick look at the not-quite-news but still-neat happenings that occur in Hoboken all the time. Seen something wacky, wild, cute, cuddly, funny or fun? Got an incidental observation or a minor celebration? Shoot it to alanskontra@hotmail.com. We want pictures too.